A Sad Story

The tears are falling from your eyes, just like that September 10th when your beloved died in that accident. That accident caused by a psycho who was drunk and ran away without helping him out. The innocent man lost control of his car and hit an electric pole that made his air bag explode and left him unconscious.

The windows were broken and cut his untainted skin that was the fire that made you burn with passion; his touch was magical, that made you reach the stars.

It was midnight and nobody found out that a man was dying and his time was running out.

In the other hand, you were at home, counting the minutes, hours, and seconds as you waited for him. With anticipation you were waiting to out on the promised date. His knock never came, his voice you didn’t hear again, his touch you would never feel again, because he died that night.

It occurred on a night when the rain poured and thunder showed the madness of an unfulfilled soul. The news came out too late, you made yourself cry to sleep before knowing why he never showed up, you thought it was another broken promise. But even as you tried to fall sleep, you were restless, something in your heart told you that things were wrong, and nightmares filled the little peace you had.

Eight hours later someone knocked on the door, as you went to open the door you wondered what excuse he would give you this time.

But the man at the door wasn’t whom you were expecting.  It was a police officer that was at your doorsteps; it was him that told you what had happened to your beloved…that he had died.

You cried-hysterically, you couldn’t believe it, but you knew it was true when you identified his dead body; his skin was now pale, white as paper, his chest was not moving to the rhythm of his breathing . . . He left and now you were left all alone.

After his departure, days became weeks, weeks to months until September 10 comes up again and re-experience the pain more than ever. Even if it is a sunny day, your tears are filling the earth with rain. The only thing that has kept you alive was the surprise that was born six months later. A baby that reminds you of the one you loved. His smile, his brown eyes and soft sleek hair are so alike as of the father he would never get to meet. But this baby reminds you that there is something to live for. Now your son is your strength when all you feel is pain. You still don’t understand why the man you loved left this earth so soon but you will never know. However, his child has given you the peace and serenity to forgive the person that took your true love’s life.  You will always remember that man with whom you fell in love in your high school years, who became your husband, your soul mate, who gave you the gift to be a mother. That man fulfilled you once, and now you still are because he didn’t leave you by yourself.   (Is that how the story goes?)

IMA (May 9, 2008).

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